| She is benediction
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| She is addicted to thee
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| She is the root connection
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| She is connecting with he
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| Here I go and I don’t know why
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| I fell so ceaselessly
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| Could it be he’s taking over me?
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| I’m dancing barefoot
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| Heading for a spin
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| Some strange music draws me in
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| Makes me come on like some heroine
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| She is sublimation
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| She is the essence of thee
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| She is concentrating on
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| He, who is chosen by she
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| Here I go and I don’t know why
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| I spin so ceaselessly
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| Could it be he’s taking over me?
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| I’m dancing barefoot
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| Heading for a spin
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| Some strange music draws me in
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| Makes me come on like some heroine
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| She is re-creation
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| She, intoxicated by thee
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| She has the slow sensation that
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| He is levitating with she
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| Here I go and I don’t know why
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| I spin so ceaselessly
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| 'Til I lose my sense of gravity
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| I’m dancing barefoot
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| Heading for a spin
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| Some strange music draws me in
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| Makes me come on like some heroine
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| Oh, God, I fell for you
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| Oh, God, I fell for you
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| The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face (oh, God, I fell for you)
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| The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself (oh, God, I fell for you)
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| Grave visitations
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| What is it that calls to us? |
| (oh, God, I fell for you)
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| Why must we pray screaming?
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| Why must not death be redefined? |
| (oh, God, I fell for you)
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| We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
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| And whirl on a pane of glass (oh, God, I fell for you)
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| An afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
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| The hands of he and the promise (oh, God, I fell for you)
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| That she is blessed among women |